This seems to be where Richie and Kim enter yet another phase of attraction.  We'll call this love, part two. 

It's impossible to see someone nearly every day for a little over three months and to retain the objectivity and infatuation felt in the early days.  The rapport becomes more comfortable and personal; both parties are less concerned about attaining the other.  Both sides know that the other team is one hit, one skirmish away from defeat in this online and onland lovewar. 

 It's impossible for love to remain the same.  Instead, every once in awhile, it takes a turn.  Something feels new, different, or both.  Sometimes, the feeling is negative and a turn on the road of love leads to the end of the line.  Other times, love is positive and can inspire and enrich people beyond their previous capacity.  

Love is a feeling of supreme vulnerability.  Love makes me think that I'm feeling vulnerable for no good reason because you'd never do anything to hurt me.  Love is this 'safe-but-vulnerable-but-in-reality-I'm-vulnerable-but-safe' kind of feeling.  That feeling is like having safety with no net.  It's miraculous. It's almost paradoxical!  It sucks if you miscalculate.

I know I haven't, though!  I love you sooooo much that I want my love for you to be turned into jelly, stuffed into  donuts, and shipped across the globe for all to enjoy but I want also to keep you as a lush plant on my windowsill, where others can admire but only I can nourish.  love.  love, love, love...it's just that i  haven't been able to locate where it sits in my body.  All I know is that it's the kind of love that makes me want to write a thousand bad analogies...

Some kinds of love give you butterflies;  perhaps a nice, warm feeling in the tummy...  Some go straight to your head.  Others make your heart ache.

What are you?  That's what I have to decide.  It's easy to take it from there, as long as I know where you stimulate me most.  Right now, i feel you everywhere I have nerve endings.  I kissed you the other day and couldn't even pinpoint where I was feeling that feeling.  If my body could finally desensitize myself from you, I could feel better where my love for you sits.  I'm still soooo infatuated.  Though I'm falling in love for you, a very clear-headed choice, I'm also still very head-in-the-air.  If this lasts, I'll go absolutely mad from over stimulation.